Rape Corruption/Mob: Survived hell and now I'm back

The year is 1992; I was twenty-two years old and driving my Camaro. Then all of a sudden, boom! Damn! I had driven off the road.

As I got out of my car, I heard a man's voice, which drew my eyes to a man on a motorcycle. He seemed so nice and sincere, but his intentions were evil.

At first, I was broken. How could someone be that evil and how could a judge let someone that evil off that easy! The trauma made me push away from my idyllic life, and I slowly descended into alcoholism, where I me...